Light of my life

Azariah couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the firefly light show that dazzled and shimmered over the lake, the fae folk that intermingled with the bugs danced and frolicked, making the witch's smile grow even more wide as they celebrated. Her head tilted curiously at them, as a few stared and smiled at her with knowing eyes. They never spoke to her directly, though to their credit she had never truly interacted with them. When Ulric released her, the tricolor lady mourned the loss of the contact but found she was curious as to why he pulled away. Aza looked over her shoulder at him questioningly, trying to ignore the excited tinkling of the fae folk around them - though the smile never left her lips. Her ruby red gaze followed him as he came around so they were face to face with open curiosity - and buried anxiousness - in her expression. Her own nerves were a result of the anxiety present in his own eyes, even though there was not nearly enough to make a panic about.

What could have her bear nervous? What would be even frightening enough to put even a microscopic amount of nervousness in his silvery eyes? The suspense was enough to kill her, she was sure, and the tangling of her innards told her so as well. Her heart fluttered in her chest like a wild bird caught in a cage, and she had to struggle to keep her breaths even, making a real effort to stay put and not seem as though she was falling apart inside. Before she asked any questions or had the chance to speak at all, Ulric began his enchanting speech.

While he seemed to struggle a bit with his wording, Azariah found she hang on the edge of every syllable. Her ears were perked attentively forward, her eyes wide and a soft smile on her face as he spoke, the witch could hear his heart in his words, and she committed each note to memory. She was left speechless, and while he paused to catch his breath, Azariah felt her own heart pause with him. The organ had somehow jumped into her throat, a smile permanently etched on her face as she listened to him continue, her expressive face showing only adoration and love. This moment, already spectacularly special in her own mind, would soon become one of the most significant moments in her life. She found her own ears mirroring her love's as he pinned them back for only a fleeting moment. As Ulric lifted her paw, Azariah found the happiest tears she had ever shed had finally collected enough to spill over. She found her heart choking her enough that she couldn't speak, only laugh and cry and nod as vigorously as she could.

Her tail couldn't stop its frantic waving, even her body shook with the force of it as she was suddenly on her paws. She only took a couple of small steps to close the short distance between them and planted a big, happy, passionate kiss - nose to nose, full contact. When she finally pulled away it was only long enough to take a breath, and with tears and laughter she half-whispered, half-yelled, "Oh, Ulric! You've made me so happy! Yes, Ulric, yes!" With her response clear, every fae within earshot began to beam brightly, the tinkling of bells and celebratory sounds filled her ears, making her laugh and cry even more.

After her answer, she fully expected she would end up on her back, and decided to meet him first. Once again she pressed her mouth to his, curling her smaller frame against the muscled planes of his own. Sitting up, she threw her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, so they could be chest to chest. Azariah wanted to be close enough that she could feel his heartbeat against her chest and hers against his, that way he could literally feel the depth of her feelings. She kissed him silly, the gestures broken only by uncontrollable yips and howls as he showered her with his own affections. He had made her the happiest woman ever! Her bear would be hers forever, he wanted to keep her not as a slave, but as a wife! A true wife!